Reading Fifty Shades Of Grey Novels & Stories

Someone who had something to hide. And that morning, as Zach walked beside him toward the study, Bask knew the shape of the truth was finally within reach. A thread dangled just barely, waiting to be pulled. He didn’t speak until they entered the room and closed the door. Zach sat nervously, fingers twisting. “Dad… what’s this about?” Bask didn’t answer. He walked to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out the file he’d found at dawn after hours of digging, calling old contacts, pulling favors he rarely used.

The crowd chanted. Fuck… just how many times can these boys spurt a load? I thought they were done after the first one. In a matter of seconds, ropes flew in every direction. Blond’s thick milky blasts landed across my forehead, grazing dangerously close to my eyes. Ginger plunged into my mouth, forcing my lips to seal tight around his straight shaft as he pumped surge after surge down my throat, the chunky salty taste mixing with the bitter coat Latino left earlier. Latino splattered all over my chest, the warm thickness mixing with my sweaty dribble.

I sat down, my heart still hammering against my ribs, and pulled my books from my bag. My movements were stiff; every time I reached for a notebook, the bruise on my side flared with a dull, throbbing heat, but I gritted my teeth and ignored it. I couldn’t look weak in front of him. Not after begging like that. Mr. Frank leaned forward, pulling a heavy textbook toward him. “We are going to see exactly how much you don’t know, Aurora Scott. Open to page 142.” I did as I was told, my fingers trembling slightly as I flipped the pages. I could feel his green eyes tracking my every move. He wasn’t looking at the book; he was looking at me.

Gray was comfortably seated on one of the couches in the living room, with a book in hand, and without sparing them a glance, said nothing more. “Melanie’s got you reading now?” Caelum asked, initiating conversation. “Says it’s her favorite book yet,” Gray replied. “How many more of this must I read?” “A lot more,” Astraea answered. “She makes me read them too.” “This is taking forever,” Gray said, closed the book, and stood. He looked them over with an amused expression, Astraea noticing the glint of joy in his eyes. He turned to walk away. “See you around,” he said, waving a hand without looking back.

James grumbled as he called back and finally threw the phone on the table and held his forehead. Meanwhile, Grey has an offsite assignment to complete some collaborations. He had met some of Superhart's clients at a cafe for non-formal meetings. When he finished, Grey came out of the coffee shop and was about to walk back to the car. On the way, he stopped because of a bookstore on the side of the road. What caught his attention was not the shop but the magazine on the display store. Grey spontaneously took off his sunglasses, looked left and right, and brought his face closer to confirm its cover. He quickly went into the shop to buy the magazine from the display.

Lily sat astride his lap, and with one swift motion, her wetness sheathed his pulsating member. Lily's soft whimpers filled the room. Grey's own gasps soon joined hers. She gyrated her hips against him, intensifying the pleasure that drowned them in waves. Grey watched her enchanting movements with his eyes half-closed. Her ebony black hair cascaded down her back like an endless waterfall. She had her red lips parted and her eyes closed. The ecstatic look on her angelic face gave him goosebumps. It was the prettiest scene he'd ever seen in his life.

Shakti's voice cracked, and Porishma listened carefully. "He was behaving like Mr. Grey," Shakti said and resumed preparing midnight snacks for everyone. "Huh? Davis?" Porishma was confused by the mention of Davis. Shakti giggled at her reaction. "No, not Davis Grey. I was talking about Christian Grey from *Fifty Shades of Grey*. That Mr. Grey, not yours," Shakti said and blushed darkly, and Porishma laughed at her red face. **After having midnight snacks:** "I'll sleep with Daddy," Ansh said happily, and Rudra looked at Davis, who was sulking.

That was it! I looked at the necktie in my hand and shook my head. Goodness! Why was I thinking a lewd thing? Ugh! This was the Fifty Shades of Grey’s fault. I actually watched it last night, again. And Kristoff’s necktie was the same color as Christian Grey. The famous necktie on the book’s cover! I swallowed the lump on my throat while still looking at the necktie. “Are you just going to stare on my tie? Time is running. I’ve been waiting, Belle.” I looked up right away upon hearing his voice.

The ones needed for the Rothmere case disappeared in ash. Now it hits. Not through thinking - straight into my bones. A cold sureness: this is real. Happening here. This moment. The book falls from my hands. A sharp crack echoes as it hits the ground. Suddenly I am standing, breath ragged, pulse hammering under my skin. Smoke lingers in memory, thick behind my eyes. Stumbling forward, I yank the door wide - Mrs. Greyson stands there, inches away. “Miss Rimestone! What is the - ”

“Because you are going to do more than just a lap dance, mine. We’ll be doing something more tempting, hot and intimate.” I thought this is nothing like 50 Shades of Grey?!